Instagram: this week

March 15th

Hey! How about this for a vague blog post: I’ve got a ton going on in my life at the moment, very little of which can I yet share. In the meantime, how about some more headless instagram fashion photos?

Yeah. I know. I’m boring. You came here for a rant about why I love Jesus, and what I’m knitting. FASHION PHOTOS ARE SUCH A STRETCH.

(Thanks for reading is what I’m saying. Hang in there. I’m sure my sewing machine will get plugged back in sooner than later.)

For now, Instagram Fridays might be a thing.

Last week:

Adam and Kim bought a new house. They are doing some major repairs, and we all pitched in last weekend. Somehow the only photo I have from the demo is of BJ with a crowbar and some nasty tile:

(I asked Adam no fewer than 10 times, “You took before photos, right? I mean, this is totally different from when we started. You are documenting this. RIGHT?” To which he patted my little blogger head and walked away before he caught my crazy need to chronicle life. Don’t worry Internets. I’ll take photos.)

The weather in Denver has been nutty. We had a foot of snow earlier in the week, and today I’m sitting outside on the patio in 70 degree, clear blue sky weather, wondering if I should go put on a hat. The yard is muddy, the grass is coming back nicely, and of course tomorrow it is set to snow. My Arizona skin is having none of that. My legs want to be free. I’ve been wearing more skirts and dresses, although the open toed shoes haven’t yet made their way back to the front of the closet. (Snowy toes? Brrr.)

To celebrate such nice weather, my brother and I took a hike this week. We parked in Boulder’s Chautauqua Park and headed up the Flat Irons for a couple hours. It was muddy, icy, rocky and a good bit of fun. Until he decided he’d had enough, sat down, pulled a bagel out of his backpack and threatened to take a nap on the trail so I could go off and continue to hike by myself.

“Just go do that little loop-de-loop. I’ll be right here. You won’t miss me on your way back.”

I kicked him in shins and we continued on together. (Yes, he has a shriner. No, I didn’t give it to him.)

I’m thinking Fiji. Who’s in?

Here is hoping your week was wonderful. And next week is even better for us all.